Bm Meet you downstairs

Emin the bar and hurt

F#your rolled up sleeves

Bmin your skull t-shirt.

BmYou say, "What did you do

Emwith him today?"

F#And sniff me out

Bmlike I was Tanqueray.

Em 'Cos you're

my fella, my guy.

C#7 Hand me your

Stella and fly.

D By the time,

I'm out the door,

C#7You tear men down

F#like Roger Moore.

Bm F#m I cheated myself,

C#7 F#mlike I knew I would.

BmI told ya,

F#mI was trouble.

C#7You know that,

F#mI'm no good.

Bm Upstairs in bed

Emwith my ex boy.

F# He's in the place,

Bmbut I can’t get joy.

Bm Thinking of you

Emin the final throes,

F# This is when

Bmmy buzzer goes.

Em Run out to meet

your chips and pitta.

C#7 You say, "When we marry?".

'Cos you're not bitter.

D There'll be none

of him no more.

C#7I cried for you

F#on the kitchen floor.

Bm F#m I cheated myself,

C#7 F#mlike I knew I would.

BmI told ya,

F#mI was trouble.

C#7You know that,

F#mI'm no good.

Middle 8

(pickup measure) (repeat these four measures)

Am Dm . . Am . . E7 . . Am . .

(. = staccato)

Bm Sweet reunion,

EmJamaica and Spain.

F# We're like how

Bmwe were again.

Bm I'm in the tub,

EmYou’re on the seat.

F# Lick your lips

Bmas I soak my feet.

Em Then you notice

lickle carpet burn.

C#7 My stomach drop

and my guts churn.

D You shrug and

it's the worst,

C#7to truly stick

F#the knife in first?

Bm F#m I cheated myself,

C#7 F#mlike I knew I would.

BmI told ya,

F#mI was trouble.

C#7You know that,

F#mI'm no good.

Bm F#m C#7 F#m